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ezzydantes · 3 months

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Demons

Author's Notes: I absolutely love this song and it reminded me a lover that Law would take... so warnings... definitely NSFW.

Law stood in the common room on the Polar Tang and he was sweating. It had nothing to do with the fact that the temperature raises while it was under water. "Dammit" he shouted. He saw the looks from some of his crew but it was your heated gaze that caused him to lose his shit. He quickly pulled his eyes from you when he swore your eyes glimmered a slight shade of glowing red at him as an almost evil smirk graced your facial features. A knowing look that he was still flustered from the night before.

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FLASHBACK

"I swear to God, Law... ", you growled.

"You can scream and yell... you can hate me all you want but in the end it's US... you and me... and because you want to flaunt your body all over the New World is NOT an excuse to be wreckless!" He growled back, backing you into the corner of his office. His hands slamming on the wall on either side of you as he glared down at you. You had wandered off at the last port without taking a transponder snail and hadn't returned until early in the morning, drunk. To say your Captain was pissed was an understatement.

Your heart skipped a beat and you stopped breathing at the position he had you in, but you had to school your nervousness. He couldn't know your dirty secret of wanting to be underneath him.... to be the one he woke up to every morning or his partner in life. You closed your eyes and took a breath. As soon as you felt him back off even an inch, you used the whole strength of you to shove him off.

"All my life I've been told what to do, who to be, and be ready to be Doffy's plaything. So YES... I enjoy the freedom that Cora gave me... gave US! We were never meant to hide in the shadows... he wanted us to be something more... something greater. So unless you plan on taking me over mind, body, and soul... truly make me yours...in every way... your lover, your partner, your EVERYTHING... then BACK. THE. FUCK. OFF" you seethe as your nose touched his and you didn't bat an eye, "until then... I will be my own person the way Cora INTENDED it... I am the one who decides my fate... not you or anyone else!"

You stormed out his room sending the crew who had been eavesdropping on the otherside flying in every direction while you slammed the door as hard and as fast as you could. Sending some bolts flying down the hallway bouncing and clanging as you glared down the crew before stomping off to your room. Bepo peeked into the room seeing the Captain blushing and stunned. He started to say something when Law immediately shut the door without so much as a word.... it swung back open... "Dammit, Y/N!" The Captain shouted as he walked out the room, "somebody fix that shit!"

END OF FLASHBACK

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The memories were still fresh. You had basically told him that you wanted him in the same way he had wanted you for years now. When he looked at you again, the hooded lids and demonic grin had disappeared into a genuine smile, causing him to blush as he excused himself to his office. That was the first time in years you made him conscious of you as a potential lover. You were a drug... you both had tried to leave each other so many times...but always came back to one another in some shape or form... He hated you at that moment for reminding him he had other needs other than revenge. He had to avenge Corazon before he could think of any personal wants or needs. The man had sacrificed his very life for you both. You were ruthless and brought out the Surgeon of Death's vengence, but.... the lustful thoughts and your sinful,flirty nature....years of pent up sexual tension. He would never though because you had been groomed to be Doflomingo's lover. You were 16 when Corazon took you and him away from the Donquixote family.

Corazon had saved you both and you had lost a father figure together. He had made one last wish before his death...

"I love you kiddos... look out for each other... always..."

Law had you with him since... but it was lately, now that you both were getting close to your goal: KILL DOFLAMINGO, that his feelings were getting uncontrollable. In his mind you may have been older than him and while Doflamingo had kept you close you always slipped from the Heavenly Demon's grip. You knew the devil's intentions for you... Corazon did too and you wanted to live apart from that life... yet you ended up a pirate anyways.... something that had always been intended for you.

He knew if either one of you died the other would follow not long after. You two were all you had. He was the reasonable one but you still kept your wrecklessness since you were young. Last night was proof of how quickly you could fly of the hinges.

You were hard to predict and even after all the years together he still knew little as to what you were thinking. You let him in when it mattered. You could be cold but... with him... you always let your walls down... even in the small moments you shared yet there was always that dark side... a side he never understood. You took the mark of the Heart Pirates with no hesitation. You refused being part of the Donquixote family... even convinced Doffy that your unmarred skin would be better. But you beared Corazon's mark... Law's mark, as bright as day on your thigh. A hidden tattoo that only he knew about.

You were his greatest desire and weakness. No one else mattered but you. You consumed all of him... your safety mattered most... your smile... your genuine laughter that he only experienced. Law grabbed onto the wall as he stumbled in his thoughts of you. He thought walkimg around would clear his head, but he was wrong. Dammit if he didn't want you at least once before your daring plan against Doflamingo... once to have you yell his name as he filled you up over and over so that if anything he'd be able to leave a piece of him with you.... yeah it was creepy but he'd been keeping up with your cycle... tonight would be prime to give you something to remember him by.... you weren't going to fight Doflamingo and if word got back on who ruined the Warlord... your name will have disappeared.... you'd be safe, it was already decided. But dying knowing a little bit of him survived within you... was bliss.

So if it was decided he would die for vengance of Cora... then why not? He knew from your interaction last night that you had yearned for him the way he did for you. "Fuck it", the Surgeon of Death muttered as he turned tail to your quarters. What he didn't expect was your absence. He checked your quarters throughly and then went to the kitchen... of course... but you werent there either. If anywhere you would be in his office. His room... was always your safest place to go.

You were sitting on his bed, reading something when he came in. "Babygirl...", he breathed your nickname as he saw you had the latest volume of his favorite Manga in your hands.

"Figured it was the best way to approach you", you grinned, "Got it on that island I was 'flaunting' my body on..."

Law chuckled as he shut his door behind him and locked it. Penguin assured you'd not be able to break it after he fixed it from last night's fiasco. "Babygirl..." he started and stopped when he saw your frown.

"That was Doffy's nickname for me... call me yours..." you whispered as you sat the book down and slowly walked up to him. "Do you even remember?"

"My bright eyed girl..." he whispered as he held his arms out to you, " a beautiful brown with green twinged between and circled in gold...with a bit of devil hiding beneath them...."

"The night you told me that... I was yours..." you admitted as you embraced him, "I love you above anything else in this world Trafalgar D. Water Law..."

You using his name broke him completely. Damned the world you two stood against... he could hate and love you because YOU were the only one in the world who could make him lose his composure and make him feel both emotions at once.

"I love you.... I've loved you more than anyone in this world... and I thank Cora everyday he gave me the chance to say it..." Law leaned in and kissed you. You deepend the kiss as you pushed him towards the bed while pulling off his coat and then his under shirt.

Law stopped you and pulled you from him by the wrists... holding you barely an inch from him. "If I take you... you're mine... my EVERYTHING. My heart, body, and soul... and no one else can have you."

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to hear that? " You sighed as you pushed him down onto the bed, "You've always been and will always be mine... even after I leave this world."

"Don't talk like that..." the Captain quietly stated as he raked his tattooed knuckles across your cheek gently, taking your lips into his while pulling you down and on top of him. He broke the kiss to swipe your hair behind your ear, "The day you die... so do I.."

There it was, your genuine smile. The smile he fell in love with at 13 years old and he was one of two people in the world to ever benefit from it. He held your face in his hands and pulled you back into a passionate kiss. After a few seconds you pulled away, caressing his cheek, "Take me."

Law smirked and flipped you over as he began trailing hot kisses and nips down your neck. "Y/n, take your top off. "

"So you think you get to boss me around now that you're taking me as yours?" You teased as you sat up and took your sleeping top off. "You're lucky you're cute..."

The raven haired man couldn't help but chuckle at your antics as he pinned you beneath him again. He was careful not to squash you but he loved feeling your naked chest on his. His grey eyes wandered down to your breasts and in the first time ever you felt shy around him. It did not go unnoticed by the Captain and he set your mind at ease by gently and reverently kissing your chest. He licked your collar bone and gently sucked on the swell of your breasts before kissing down your valley until he reached your navel and traveled back up again. He left hickeys in his wake but he didn't care. Every inch of you belonged to him now and he was going to mark you up so the whole world knew.

As he sucked on your nipples, your hands immediately went to his hair. It was rare to see his head without the hat and you loved playing with his dark locks. You held him close to you as he continued his assault on your chest and waist. Eventually his hands began to wander down further until he was cupping your sex through your pajama bottoms. He grinned into your gasp as you moaned at the feel of him touching you there. "Doc...", you whispered his nickname into his ear before sucking in his ear lobe and nipping it. This caused him to moan in return as he suckled on your pulse right below your ear.

"I need to be inside of you...." he growled as he yanked down your bottoms and then his as well. He wrapped your left leg around his waist and then bottomed out into you. The pair of you gasping at the feeling. "God you're so tight..." the Surgeon of Death hissed. He had to concentrate not to cum right then and there by burying his face between your breasts.

"Fuck...", you groaned, "Give me a sec... I thought you'd be gentler than that."

"I'm sorry... it's just.... I needed to feel you...", Law sighed as he licked the area where his head had rested a second before.

"I know, Darling but DAMN", you chuckled as you started to wiggle a bit to become more comfortable with being stuffed full with his cock. "Just start slow..."

"As you wish..." he quietly stated before giving you two long, languid kisses as he started to slowly move in and out of you. "Hah... I don't think I'm gonna last long on this round..."

"This round?" You sounded surprised. You looked at your lover and saw he was being serious.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't see straight and until I have no more cum to give..." he growled as he picked up the pace, causing you to start whining. "I want you to scream my name until your hoarse and fuck you to an inch within our lives... I've waited too long to have you..." he panted as he got closer and closer to his release, "You're MINE.... now and forever."

His declaration, his loud moans, and calling your name out loud as he came into you, spilling every last bit he had been saving for you made you cum as well. Your walls clenched around him as you shouted his name while clinging to him desperately as he continually fucked you through both of your orgasms. When neither of you could take it anymore, he collapsed next to you, pulling you into his embrace. After a few moments of catching your breath, you snuggled into him. "Still think it's a good idea to go more rounds?" You teased. You closed your eyes as he kissed your forehead while wrapping you up closer in his embrace.

"I want you as many times as you'll let me have you...", Law whispered, "I want you always... "

In total you lost count of how many orgasms after 5, but you knew there were many more. Weeks later you and Law were in Dressrosa. The pair of you had barely survived the ordeal. It had been the biggest obstacle in all the years you had known each other. It almost tore you apart, but it brought you closer together than ever before especially since you learned you were pregnant. You'd never seen Law so openly happy before until he found out you followed him to Wano... how he could kill you right now.

#Spotify #one piece #traflagar law x reader #trafalgar law #traffy

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snailor-bee · 2 years

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hi beeee, you already know who i'm going to ask for~ could i ask for a songfic request for law? ( m reader if that's alright with you ;w; ) anything but angst please! <333

AT LAST!! I have finished! > w< I hope you enjoy I wrote with you heavily in mind haha.

Law x M!Reader / SFW / 877 Summary: A certain captain always manages to get under Law's skin... but sometimes it's not as bad as he thinks. (he/they for Law.) Warnings: Okay I know it said no angst but references to Law past which is sad but I tried not to make it like, angst-y outside of that. Implied sex but not explicit.

Song: The Boxer - Mumford & Sons

I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told

Law scowled at the sight of a familiar ship on the horizon.

"What should we do captain?" Bepo asked nervously.

"Let him come," Law sighed, tapping Kikoku on his shoulder a habit they did whenever he felt annoyed. Which was frequent but a certain captain had the ability to spark it even more than normal.

I have squandered my resistance For a pocket full of mumbles Such are promises

"Lawww," you purred with delight as you came aboard his sub. Uninvited, Law might add.

"Y/n-ya," he greeted curtly. "Why are you here?"

You batted your eyelashes at him. "Me? What, I can't visit my most favorite captain?"

"No," he replied, turning his back and walking down the steps into the heart of the sub. Law didn't miss the fact that you were hot on their heels. "Get off my sub."

You whined from behind him.

Unfortunately, this wasn't that unusual. Since the two captains were on the same track of the Grand Line, meetups were fairly regular.

All lies and jests Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest

Law only found out hours later, when the sweat had started to dry off of bare skin, the real reason you had shown up.

"I found out the next island's a winter one."

He stiffened before forcing himself to relax. Law was positive you noticed regardless, hands propped under your chin, laying on your stomach on his bed, feet kicking in the air.

"So?" he asked snidely.

You shrugged with false indifference. "Seems like you don't like 'em much."

Memories welled up as a chill went up their spine.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go

Constantly being cold, the press of sickness weighing his body down, a momentary feeling of acceptance, of belonging before that was ripped away, turning into a new purpose and goal after a man's lipstick smile was covered by snow.

Warm hands gently cupped his face. "Hey." Law looked up to see you smiling. "I'm here. I was thinking we could just hang out in the sub for a while, how does that sound?"

Law scoffed. He knew what you meant. 'For a while' meant until their respective crews finished restocking and left the island behind.

"I need to work."

Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there

"Aw come on," you muttered with a grin. "Have some fun with me. Doesn't it sound nice? We can snuggle under the blankets and keep each other warm." You waggled your eyebrows meaningfully, letting them know exactly what kind of 'snuggling' you meant.

Law rolled his eyes but the gesture was still appreciated. They pulled you close and you nested your face in the crook of Law's neck and they started running their fingers through your hair.

"It does sound nice," Law confessed low enough to barely be a whisper.

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the Grand Line winters Aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home

"See?" you cooed with delight. "I can even hand-feed you." Law smacked your shoulder and you laughed.

"I wouldn't go that far," they said sternly.

But even still, he could feel the memories falling away, like snow melting under the heat of the sun. With you by their side, how could they feel sad? You could make even a winter island feel warm. Law kissed your forehead.

"You don't think it's weak?" Law asked, resting their cheek on your head. You hummed with question. "Hiding away from it all." They didn't explain what 'it' was. He hadn't mentioned it, but you had apparently guessed that he didn't like winter islands and that was information enough.

You moved out from under their hand pulling back just enough to peer up at him. "I don't think it's weak at all. You're a fighter, Law. Just because you want to avoid one fight, one thing that haunts you, it's not weak. Not when you face everything else head-on."

Law scoffed. "You don't even know what it is."

"Maybe one day you'll trust me enough to tell me," you shot back just as quick. "It's not a competition or a race."

They stewed on that for a moment before rubbing a thumb against your cheek. "Thanks. I owe you one."

You broke out in a wicked grin. "Oho? Well I got something in mind..."

The sound of your laughter echoed off the walls as Law flipped the two of you over.

In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving But the fighter still remains

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portgasdwrld · 5 months

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★ Hickeys

ೃ⁀➷do they suck (lol) at hickeys, giver or receiver?, how? all answered down below by your beloved Tomie✨

ೃ⁀➷Psss this is a head-canon, take it lightly~

ೃ⁀➷ Suggestive, implied f!reader, NSFW language

ೃ⁀➷ monster trio + Law+ Ace

: ̗̀➛ Luffy

He’s the type to receive them more than to give

When he realizes he has hickeys, he’s just gonna wonder how it’s even possible and if smth hit his neck during a fight💀

Probably gonna bug Chopper about it, until he brushes him off mentioning it’s nothing

Then when you’re making out and you linger on his neck, it clicks into his mind. He yells a « ooohh, It was you! » after realizing that, it surprises you and you almost bit his skin-

He’s down to try it when you explain that you want them on you too

« You want me to suck your skin a little until it bruises? A bit like when you bruise after a fight? »

« Ugh… not the same but you got the spirit? »

He’s dense, but he tried and he didn’t do as bad as you thought

: ̗̀➛ Law

LMAO?? Wouldn’t he be the type to lowkey hit you with a scientific facts that hickeys can kill you if done wrong🤓😭

Ik he would. Im so sorry😮‍💨

On another note, tbh I feel like he’s just sooo into it, when his mind is fogged by lust. He will be making out with you and damn, he’s now leaving wet kisses all over your neck. That itself, just awaken some type of possessive strike and you’re left with hickeys a bit everywhere.

Will quietly eye them when y’all are cuddling after sex. He won’t comment on it beside if you point them out.

“They look great.”

It would be the most reaction you will get out of him. He’s so hot though- intrusive thoughts but they are real 😔

He doesn’t mind at all if you leave some on him fr. Like if it’s done within the right vibe and y’all are just kicking it and you’re riding him or y’all in lotus position, he might even groan and moan a little louder and curse under his breath.

: ̗̀➛ Sanji

Oh his mouth is ALLL OVERR your body. He’s kissing, praising, leaving hickeys all over your body. On you chest, between your thighs, on you collarbone.

He’s almost in a trance while he loves your body and mark it. He’s gotta to enjoy his pretty lover and you bet he’s gonna make it known that you are his and he’s the lucky man who has you!!

He’s so sweet about it, with sweet compliments, but it’s a bit messy too. Wet patches, mumbles from his muffled lips.

He’s SOOOOO down if you wanna do it on him. He gets very excited and can’t stop smiling and touching your body.

“Yes of course I’m down! Wanna try it rn? We got time yk..”

Best boy 🤧

ೃ⁀➷ Zoro

His neck always has some hickeys from you. He thought he hated it, but he quickly got over it and finds it hot now.

He doesn’t care too much if someone stare at them, but he will throw a curse out with a deadpan expression, if someone made a snarky comment.

He also has this possessive strike, so you bet you’re gonna have some type of bruises-hickeys on your body after y’all are done. Because he doesn’t go easy on you, he will be thrusting deep into you, while silencing you with his fingers deep in your mouth. Along with that, his mouth is nibbling on you neck and all your sensitive spots.

It’s an overstimulating mess.

He smirks satisfied when he sees you marked up, moaning his name and completely lost into his touch.

ೃ⁀➷ Ace

Oh, this man here has the biggest possessive strike out of all the men here.

I touched on the subject a little on my NSFW head canon, but he definitely love giving them. He whines when you do, because he’s apparently allergic to shirts and get slightly annoyed when each of his friends on the ship makes some jokes.

He loves that everyone knows you’re his. Because he gets to have one person for him, that actually feels love toward him and someone he can trust??! That’s the life prize!

Every time he fucks you, he makes sure that hickeys are created everywhere on your body.

He will shower you with attention and cocky comments as he sucks on to your skin.

It’s his specialty😮‍💨

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tinfairies · 7 months

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Welcome to Tin's new game called

Would he let you wear it while you ride?

A game where I assess One Piece men and answer the question of "will he let you wear his signature accessory while riding his dick."

Round One

Luffy and his straw hat

Absolutely he would. He's the one that suggests it, he might not even say a thing, just put it on your head and pull you into his lap

Zoro and his bandana

Maybe, if you beg enough. He doesn't get it. But there's still a chance

Usopp and his bandana or white hat

Yes, just ask and he'd think it'd be the cutest damn thing he's ever seen

Shanks and his straw hat

A million times yes. If you slouch over because his dick feels so good, he'll tell you not to let that hat fall off and tease you about it

Buggy and his pirate hat

Yes yes yes, that man will drool over you in his hat (he'd drool regardless but)

Doflamingo and his sunglasses

Huge maybe, he doesn't like letting other people see his eyes, but would think it's funny to plop those glasses on you as you try and ride his huge cock. It just depends on how much he trusts you.

Law and his hat

He also just doesn't get it. He won't deny you, but doesn't understand the comedy or intimacy of it. He does think it's pretty cute tho.

Mihawk and his hat

Yes, he'll roll his eyes and say "whatever makes you happy." he secretly loves it

#luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #Usopp #Shanks #buggy the clown #captain buggy #doflamingo #dracule mihawk #traflagar law #Smut #One piece x reader #One piece #op x reader #op smut #One piece smut

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gaypiece · 2 months

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Trafalgar Law + going down on you for the first time

☁︎ it’s 2am and i have earworms for law giving head 🫣 this is my first smut so i apologize in advance if it’s bad

☁︎ pairing: Law x afab!reader

☁︎ word count: 2.3k im sorry

☁︎ cw: 18+ mdni, shy reader, oral (fem receiving), surprisingly experienced law, law is a cocky teasing bastard, afab!reader, gender not specified but contains use of slightly gendered pet names, no plot, all smut

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The topic of experience had never come up between the two of you. You were shy, but still had been with a few people before. You thought from Law’s temperament of being cold and distant that he might be a virgin, but you also knew how sex-crazed boys tended to be during puberty. You wondered occasionally if he had messed around at that age, or ever, but were too shy to inquire about it. Needless to say, you weren’t sure what to expect when your relationship with Law turned physical.

It was a quiet, uneventful day. You laid with Law in his bed that night, holding each other, enjoying each other’s company. It began with playful kisses along his collarbones, your fingers lightly tracing the lines of ink on his shoulders and chest, exposed by the wife beater he wore. He hummed in appreciation before lifting your chin to kiss you fully on the mouth. It was a gentle kiss, the tip of his tongue lightly tracing your bottom lip as his hands navigated familiar territory, trailing over your waist and hips. He seemed to grow hungrier, biting at your lips, squeezing at your already bare thighs, until he had you beneath him. Your legs wrapped around him as he ground into you, both of you letting out breathy sighs. His mouth found your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat before nipping at the tender skin beneath the edge of your jaw, making you gasp softly. You and Law had made out before, but this time was so much more intense, and you could feel how hard he was, pressing against you.

Still, it took you by surprise when he murmured against your jaw between kisses, “Can I touch you?”

Immediately, you turned bashful. “Do you. . . want. . . to?”

Law loosed a breathy chuckle, the warm air tickling your neck. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.” His hand squeezed your hip.

”Y-yeah, you can.” Your voice shook with your nerves. “After, I can take care of you if you w-“

He cut you off with a kiss, his tongue greedily invading your mouth, causing you to whimper. He pulled back to murmur, “Don’t worry about me, doll,” placing another kiss against your jaw. He then brought his lips right to your ear, close enough that they brushed against it as he breathed, “Right now, I’d love nothing more than to eat that pretty pussy until you’re cumming on my face.” The feeling of his breath on your neck, on your ear, gave you goosebumps, your already flushed face burning hotter at his filthy words. It was then that you realized that Law knew exactly what he was doing.

Your body reacted instinctively. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your legs tightening around his waist at the thought of his head being between them. He responded by grinding into you again, his teeth tugging at your earlobe. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you.

His mouth returned to yours, somehow even more eager. Cold hands slipped beneath your shirt, trailing over your curves, lightly gripping at your soft skin. One hand slipped beneath you, fingers gently following the line of your spine. His other hand roamed higher, until it cupped your breast. Long fingers massaged the supple flesh for a moment before finding the sensitive bud of your nipple, pinching and tugging teasingly.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to be irked with his teasing. You relished every touch he gave you, becoming putty in his hands, just as he intended. Still, your hands wandered over him, just as greedily as his. You gave a slight tug at the shirt that still clung to his chest. He hummed against your lips, understanding what you wanted.

He sat up, kneeling between your legs. You watched in fascination as he removed the tank top, revealing the toned planes of his abdomen. The black ink across his chest was stark against his tan skin. As your eyes wandered further upward, you noticed the sexy, cocky smirk that he gave you as you admired his body. His raven hair was disheveled from your hands running through the thick locks. He mimicked the motion now, golden eyes admiring you back as the matching ink of his fingers combed through the mop. The action mussed his hair even more, and you were taken aback by how breathtakingly gorgeous the man above you was.

”Like what you see?” he teased.

You couldn’t deny it, nor did you feel bold enough to tease back. All you could do was give him a sheepish nod, teeth digging into your lip.

”Me, too.” It was true. He enjoyed seeing you this way, cheeks flushed, lips puffy, pupils blown wide with lust. He had never seen anything more beautiful.

He leaned down to kiss you again, now slow and deep. His hands went to your sides, continuing to ease your shirt upward. The kiss broke momentarily as he pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but your panties. You felt the shyness return, being so exposed to him. You didn’t give him a chance to look, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to you for another eager kiss the moment your shirt left his hands.

The feeling of your bare chests touching sent a thrill through you, and your grip on him tightened. Fingers twisted into the hair at the back of Law’s head, you gave a gentle tug. You didn’t expect the low groan that spilled from his mouth to yours. Hearing that, you decided that you were definitely going to return his favor, even if it wasn’t tonight.

His mouth returned to your neck, biting at sensitive muscle and making you gasp. Your gasp turned into a whimper as his tongue eased over the bite. Slowly, he made his way down your neck, trailing kisses in his wake, along with the occasional nip. You couldn’t help but get lost in the feeling of him, admiring the way his lips and breath felt against your skin, the scrape of his teeth, the slight tickle of his goatee. This was bliss.

Law took his time making his way down your body. He seemed to be enjoying you as much as you did him, muttering sweet praises in between kisses. “So pretty. . . so perfect. . .” You were a desperate, whimpering mess by the time his lips found your lower abdomen. He bit down harshly just below your belly button, making you cry out, and surely leaving a mark. He pulled back momentarily to admire his work. When his eyes flicked up to your face, you didn’t miss the smugness in them as he pressed a soothing kiss to the sore spot left by his teeth. His gaze didn’t leave yours as he traveled even lower to mouth over your panties.

You didn’t expect your hips to buck up at the sudden contact. Law, however, simply chuckled at your reaction, “So needy.” By this point, you had had just about enough of his teasing. You threw your arms over your face, letting out a distressed groan.

”Hey, don’t hide from me,” he chided. He reached up to uncover your face, and you yielded, allowing him to move your arms. The smug smile he wore widened as he looked at you. “Are you pouting?”

You hadn’t realized you were. “No,” you denied, abashed. Your pout deepened, along with the flush on your cheeks as you turned away from him.

”You are,” he grinned. He repositioned himself so that your faces were level once more. He placed his hand under your chin, turning your face to look at him. You glowered. “You’re so fuckin’ cute,” he chuckled, capturing your mouth with his before you could argue. As he kissed you, he sucked softly on your pouted bottom lip, immediately making you melt. He always knew the right buttons to push in order to get you exactly where he wanted you. His lips parted from yours just a fraction so he could murmur, “Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna take good care of you, okay?” Before you could respond, he was kissing you again. You hummed a “yes” against his lips, though it came out sounding like a whimper. “Good,” he praised, giving you another swift peck before reverting his attention to your lower half.

Law didn’t waste another second before removing your panties, leaving you fully exposed. He kissed along your inner thighs, still teasing just a little. You tensed in anticipation when his fingers carefully parted your labia.

His tongue licked a slow line, starting at your entrance, all the way to your clit. There, his tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves before closing his mouth over it with a tender suck.

”Ohh. Fuck,” you breathed, gripping at the sheets.

You whimpered as he hummed against you, sending vibrations through your core. “Delicious,” he mumbled, kissing your clit.

He continued this slow process of gentle licking and sucking, making you whimper and moan. You could swear that his mouth was magical, working over you so well. Combined with the sensation of his goatee brushing against you and his breath between your legs, you were in absolute heaven. Even better, you could tell that Law was enjoying this almost as much as you were. He put so much care into every little gesture, even in the way he gripped your hips and thighs. As you thought about it, the idea of Law enjoying you, enjoying pleasing you, it sent fire through your veins. Your hand found its way into his hair, making him hum against you once more.

Again, your hips bucked of their own accord, and his grip on them tightened. “Stay still for me, princess.”

You bit back a whine, clutching at the sheets and Law’s hair as he continued to slide his tongue over your clit. “I’m close,” you whimpered. One of his hands left your hip, and you didn’t have time to process what that meant before you felt two of his long fingers enter you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He timed the pace of his fingers to match that of his mouth, and it was almost enough to push you to your release. You stayed on the brink until he gave a slightly rougher suck to your clit, partnered with his fingers curling inside you. That was what finally made stars explode behind your eyes.

”Law!” you cried out. “I’m cumming. . .!”

He groaned into you, though you more felt it than heard it, struggling to control your own volume. He kept the same pace as he worked you through your orgasm, but continued even as you came down from the high. Both of your hands were now buried in his hair, weakly clutching at him. His hand that remained on your hip gave you a rub and a squeeze before reaching around your leg to brace his forearm across both of your hips. You didn’t understand why until his mouth and fingers quickened in pace. Sensitive in the afterglow of your orgasm, you couldn’t control the sounds that escaped you, nor the way your body squirmed and writhed with pleasure. His tongue now flicked over your clit repeatedly, relentlessly. His fingers were now knuckle deep in you, curled to continuously stroke that sensitive spot deep within you. He continued in this manner, persisting until another wave of pure bliss washed over you.

”Fuck, Law!” you nearly screamed. “Oh, gods.”

He slowed as he worked you through this orgasm, easing you down from the high. When he finally parted from you, a shiver ran through your body as you tried to catch your breath. You looked at him through lidded eyes. He gazed back with a smug smile, seeming to enjoy the blissed-out look on your face. Eyes locked on yours, he lifted his hand, still glistening with your arousal, and brought it to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.

”Gods, you’re sexy,” you breathed. You reached a weak hand out to him. “C’mere.” He obeyed, moving to hover over you as he had before. You cupped his cheek, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “You’re amazing,” you muttered against his lips. You could taste yourself on him. It was so erotic that, if you hadn’t been so spent, you probably would have taken care of him in return anyway. You told him as much, making him chuckle.

”I told you not to worry about me,” he chided, adding, “I did only intend to get you off the one time, but hearing you moan my name like that. . .” He shook his head. “I just had to hear it again.” The flush that had just started to fade returned as you turned away from him. “Oh, don’t be shy now,” he teased, grabbing your chin. “You were making such pretty noises for me.” He brought his lips right to your ear again. “Makes me wonder how pretty you sound while you’re being fucked.”

You grew more flustered with each word he spoke, your face turning redder. “Okay, time for bed!” you announced, pushing him off of you so you could find your clothes. He let out a low chuckle, allowing you to move him to the side. As you put your clothes back on, Law left the room, returning moments later with his face clean, glass of water in hand. He offered it to you, and you took it gratefully, your mouth dry from all of the heavy breathing you just experienced. He took the cup back once you drained it, setting it aside to guide you back to bed. You were so thoroughly worn out that it took only moments for you to fall asleep.

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一 aftermath comfort

♡ law loml

♡ 288 wc

getting back to the tang after a long time away. fighting with your allies at your side. you walk into your shared room, breathing in deeply. you drop your bag, kicking off your shoes and raising your arms to stretch.

a small groan leaving your lips as tension leaves your back. your elbow pops at the crease and your shirt slightly risen. before you feel a pair of cold hands on your exposed skin and lips on your neck. you hum, brining your hands down on top of his.

you feel him inhale, his lips softly nipping at your skin. leaning into him, his arms wrap around you tightly. turning around in his arms and wrapping yours around his shoulders. he kicks his shoes off before picking you up.

your legs go around his waist and he walks you both to his bed. once he sits you down, he pulls his shirt off before kicking off his pants. him left in his boxers, you following in suit, only leaving on your undergarments on.

clothes thrown somewhere, he joins you in the bed. he wastes no time in pulling you almost impossibly close. your face buried in his neck and your legs tangled together. you feel him shift slightly, his mouth on the crown of your head.

you reach down, intertwining your fingers with his longer ones. you run your thumb over the ink on each of his fingers, tracing them up to the ones on his shoulder before reaching the ones on his chest.

the rest of the night was spent with your limbs entangled, warm, soft touches and ever softer kisses. mumbled "i love you's" in the comfort you both so longed for after too long away.

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all it was // law x reader

this is the part two to the first spark. i definitely recommend reading that one first. read part one here!

part 3

content: fem! reader, more sloooooow burn

wc: 4.2k

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The crew had been preparing for departure all day. A day full of running checks and tests on all the engines and reactors within the ship. A day spent in a small boiler room with crewmates, having no choice but to shove past one another in the narrow halls, mumbling quick apologies to one another. It took five long hours to run all the tests, and they still weren’t done. They still had to start up all the generators along with actually turning on the reactors. They hadn’t even started warming up the engine room yet. Normally, they wouldn’t take this long to depart, but when given the opportunity their captain made it mandatory to run all of the checks and tests to the furthest extent. Trafalgar Law was not one to cut corners, and for once, they were not pressed for time.

The boiler room was humid and stuffy. (Y/n) was standing shoulder to shoulder, sandwiched in between Penguin and Shachi as they worked on the turbine's connection to the nuclear reactor, an assembly line formed between them. One soldering wires, one tightening bolts, and one looking over everyone’s work to make sure no mistakes were made. There was no room for error when working on machinery that was heavily relied upon. Once they were done with one part of the turbine, they’d move onto another while a fourth person would come in to look over to make sure nothing was missed. This went on for about an hour and a half, until they were finally done. However, (Y/n) still had lots of work to do.

She had spent a week and a half on the pestilent Bronze Island gathering up all the information she could. From citizens, to landmarks. Countless hours of talking to locals, gathering double the amount of information for both her and her captain. The past week and half was filled with sleepless nights where she spent organizing all of her information, trying her best to keep quiet while she snuck off to an empty corner of the submarine. She had worked hard, and she still wasn’t done with all of her work. She made her way up to her quarters to gather up all of her things while pondering on where she wanted to do her work. She needed some place quiet. While pondering over where she was going to work tonight, a memory played back in her mind. If you ever need a place to hide, don’t hesitate to come in here to read or to finish your research. Her captain’s offer rang through her head, however, he had been scarce within the past week. Only ever mumbling a soft acknowledgment whenever accidentally brushing elbows in the narrow halls. He was busy, she knew that, and she wasn’t going to be the one to disturb him. She would hate to be a nuisance, and no matter how oddly comforting his presence was, she was not going to be selfish when it came to his time. It was not her place to do so.

(Y/n) was exhausted, but she could not get herself to abandon her pen for just one night. She was already in the zone. Why spoil the tenacity? Walking through the mostly empty halls, she found herself in the kitchen. It was quiet, it had better lighting than the library, and was more comforting than the metal walls in her bunk. She settled into the chair and spread out her papers, eventually getting lost within her work. Pages upon pages, scrawled across in shorthand cursive. Ink smeared slightly on the edges of some of the paper, some in better shape than the others. (Y/n) paid no mind to the misspelled words, or the messy handwriting, these were rough drafts after all, and she had no plan to show them to anyone.

It was maybe an hour before her exhaustion started to catch up to her, all the information of Bronze Island becoming one big daydream about the island. The work they did there, the people she met, all the new little details about a place she had only ever researched before were still fresh on her mind, ready to be recorded in those notes of hers. It wasn’t long into her small reverie that her captain had wormed himself into her mind. This was not the first time, and she knew it certainly was not the last. He had a way of appearing in her thoughts, her mind always coming up with a way to bring him to the forefront. Although she had to admit the thought of him was nice, it was distracting. It was inappropriate. It was unprofessional. It was many things, but why had none of the moral obstructions present stop her from indulging in her thoughts.

She would be lying if she said that she didn’t entertain these thoughts late at night. She’d be lying if she said that she hadn’t thought about him in ways that she shouldn’t have been thinking about her captain. How his golden eyes caught in the light, gleaming like fine jewelry. How he carried himself with such conviction, and how his predominant intelligence seemed to exude from him. There was also a dark air around him, a dangerous one. One that she found too enticing for her own good. One that shouldn't draw her closer, shouldn’t leave her wanting to understand what was under the surface. She would tell herself that it was her curious nature, alway wanting to record facts about certain people. Yeah, that’s all it was. She would reason with herself every time. It wasn’t at all the way he still seemed to look good no matter how much sleep he missed. It wasn’t the dominant energy around him, that gave everyone a reminder on why he was in charge. It wasn’t the way his commands, and comments towards her made her stomach turn, and mind wander. She was only interested for research purposes. Yeah, that’s all it was.

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On the other side of the ship sat Trafalgar Law. He was working on recording all the samples that he had made on the island. The steady grumble of the engines vibrated through the walls. It was comforting for them to be back to sea once again. It made him feel better to know all the checks and tests had been run on their ship before they had left as well. His crew had worked hard, and he was proud of them. It was days like this he was grateful for each and everyone of them. After all, what is a captain without his crew? He let himself feel proud for once. It was a rare feeling, he never liked to indulge himself in such petty things, like pride. Pride made a man reckless. Pride was a damning distraction. Distractions were not the kind of thing Trafalgar Law liked to mess with, not when he had goals that he had not yet accomplished. Tonight though, he let himself feel the tiniest miniscule of pride for his crew. He let himself revel in the thoughts of every single one of his crew members, but one just kept sticking out to him. (Y/n). He told himself it was because she was still newer to the crew. She was new, and had this amazing drive for new information. Her knowledge was astonishing. He would tell himself that these thoughts were strictly professional, and not at all personally rooted in the feeling that he would get when she called him Captain. It wasn’t at all the way her eyes lit up whenever he asked her about something she was writing about. It wasn’t at all the way that her cheeks would tinge pink whenever he would give her an order. He was simply just proud of his crew member. Tonight, he was letting himself feel a little proud. That’s all it was.

The praise never stayed long when he allowed himself to feel such things. Whenever thoughts like this would arise too much for his own liking, he would bury himself in more of his work. He didn’t have time to concern himself with superficial feelings. Law stared at the pages in front of him. The recorded data was written in that same pretty cursive handwriting that had seemed to scrawl across his mind from time to time. Against his will, the owner of the handwriting was now back at the front of his mind. Two weeks ago, Law had offered his space to her. Fourteen days and she had yet to take him up on his offer. Not that he was counting. Part of him was thankful for that. Thankful that he wouldn’t have to confront the warm bubbling feeling he would get in her presence. Grateful he could ignore the electricity that would course through his limbs whenever the two brushed against each other by accident in the narrow hallways. He could ignore the way her laugh harmoniously bounced off the walls in the common area while conversing with her crewmates. He could ignore how their gazes were usually held for a second too long. On the other hand, something nagged him deep down. Thoughts of regret towards the offer threatened to arise, but whenever they did, he found himself burying himself into more of his work. The papers on his desk had remained twice as high in the past fortnight. Books were more scattered than usual. Crumpled up papers with ink smears fell around his desk. Every now and then, his mind would drift to (Y/n) and he would find himself stalling his work, staring at a page for far too long. Tracing the arches and curves of her letters and words within her work. It unnerved Law how undisciplined his mind had been lately, and over a crew member of all things. He huffed to himself and looked over at the clock that was hanging on the steel wall. 11 p.m. He needed a break, opting to go get a cup of coffee to wake him up.

In Law’s book, 11 p.m. was hardly late. His crew turned in earlier than usual, leaving the cold corridors of the submarine empty. He made his way into the kitchen of the submarine, only to find the woman who had been taking up his mind for the past two weeks. She was sitting there at the table, papers laid out in front of her as she wrote short handedly on her notes. A small pang of odd discomfort settled when he realized she had opted to do work here rather than in the quietness of his office with him, like he had offered. The feeling quickly went away whenever she raised her head and peered up at him with her pretty eyes that always seemed to captivate him, as of lately. A small smile graced her lips as she noticed it was her captain. There it was again, the odd warm feeling that he seemed to get around her. “Good evening, captain,” she said warmly. “I see you have emerged,” she teased him. Law had been cooped up in his office for nearly a week, not counting the times he had to leave, like to eat or go to the bathroom. It wasn’t unusual for Law to work in his office for days on end, everyone knew that. Law stalked over to the woman who was sitting at the table, “What’re you working on?” he asked her, picking up a paper that had been pushed to the side. He examined the paper, holding it in between his fingers. Little doodles adorned the corners of the page, and messy shorthand was scribbled onto the lines. Information about the island that they had just departed from about a week ago. (Y/n) studied his movements closely, he had never seen the rough drafts of her work, just the edited and refined versions. “Just adding some information about Bronze Island,” she replied as she watched his face closely as he analyzed the paper. The rough draft of research was not something she shared. From corner to corner, the pages were filled with messy shorthand, and various notes in the margins while tiny doodles adorned the spaces in the corners. She was very nervous for her captain to see these. She watched as his face remained still as ever, the only movement were his golden eyes. After a few anxious moments, he laid the paper down, “This is very good work, I can’t wait to see it when it’s done.” His praise was rare. A small smile broke out onto her face.

“Thank you, captain,” she beamed up at him, grateful for his praise. Law nodded at her, walking away from her to fix himself a cup of coffee. He stood in front of the coffee pot, glancing over his shoulder at the girl sitting at the table, papers spread out in front of her. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” He broke the silence in the kitchen. She thought for a second. A coffee would probably wake her up enough to get to the stopping point she had planned to. She peered up at her captain, “I would like that, thank you.”

Law continued brewing the coffee, pouring two cups as (Y/n) made her way towards him. He handed her the cup of coffee, their fingertips brushing. A familiar warm feeling bloomed within the both of them, the same one they had been trying to push away. They locked eyes as everything seemed to stand still. A silence fell around both of them. The mere few seconds felt like hours. As quickly as the feeling came, it went, and they pulled their gazes away. (Y/n) took her coffee and made it the way that she liked, Law opting for black. Predictable, she thought to herself. They stood there in the comfortable silence, before Law spoke up. “I am working on the trials we ran on the island, I could use some of your notes, would you come to my office with me?” He asked her. Her eyes locked his once again, that twinkle he had found all too beguiling present in her irises. “Yes! Let me just grab my things,” She beamed, “Here, hold this,” She placed the coffee cup in his hand before turning to grab her things. She gathered up all her papers in her arms, and all her pens, denying any help that Law had to offer as they made their way to his office.

Law’s office was dimly lit, the only light coming from a lamp in the corner of the room. It was bright enough to illuminate the workspace, but not bright enough to spread to the corners of the room. It was cold in his room, probably to aid him in staying awake if she had to guess. His desk was stacked high with papers and books. Crumpled up pieces of paper scattered around his desk, not enough to make his office too messy, but enough to be noticed. In the right corner of the room was Law’s bookshelf, lined with books, mostly medical, but a few novels scattered throughout. (Y/n) wondered what kind of novels the Surgeon of Death liked to indulge in reading. She couldn’t fathom him reading anything of fiction. In the corner of the room was her captain's bed. The blankets were thrown to the foot of the bed, while two pillows propped up on each other at the top. (Y/n) pulled her gaze away from all the furniture and how it was set up in his quarters, and set her things down. She took the papers that contained all the information she had and spread them out in front of her. She looked up at her captain, “So, where are we starting?” She asked him.

“Let’s start with the sample records you recorded the other day,” He said. They had collected a bunch of samples from the island they were visiting. These samples ranged from swabs of sidewalks and door handles, to buccal and nasal swabs from willing citizens. Law had been culturing the virus over the past few days, checking up on it every hour to see how it was developing. No wonder the man hadn’t gotten any sleep. Law constantly worked, it brought him a sort of peace. It was something he had complete control over. He rarely let anyone assist him if unneeded. Everyone on the crew knew that.

Y/n took out the data that she had collected from the culturing virus in the lab, flipping through the pages to make sure she included everything. As she flipped, her finger glided across one of the edges of the paper. A sharp pain traveled through her finger causing her to yank her hand back from the stack of papers. Muttering a curse under her breath, she laid the pack of papers in front of Law before looking down at the finger that had started to ooze red. “I’m sorry, excuse me for a second,” she said as she stood up from her seat. Before she could make her way to the door, Law stopped her with a gentle, “Let me see.” Hesitantly, Y/n reached towards Law as he took her hand to examine the measly paper cut that hardly needed a bandaid. As Law reached to hold her hand, butterflies erupted within her stomach. A heat rose to her cheeks, and she looked away. Law didn’t miss her reaction, but he didn’t say a word cause he was dealing with his own stomach flipping. He kicked himself, telling him that there was no reason to give such notice to something as small and ordinary as a papercut. He blamed the doctor within him for his following actions. Opening a drawer in his desk, Law pulled out a small first-aid kit. It contained antiseptic, bandages, and antibiotic ointments. Y/n started to protest, “Captain, that’s really not nec-” she started, but being cut off by her own hiss as he poured antiseptic on the papercut, paying no mind to her protests. “You don’t want to lose your finger to an infection, do you?” He asked her, as he cleaned her wound. She hissed at the cold sting from the antiseptic. “I hardly think anyone has ever lost their finger to a papercut,” She mused, as he added some antibacterial ointment and wrapped her finger in a bandaid. Law gazed up at her, catching her eyes that reflected the light of the small desk lamp. In that moment he could’ve sworn he was putting a band-aid on the finger of an angel, not that he would ever admit to that. He quickly pushed the thought away before replying, “You’d be surprised at the results of an untreated cut. Even the smallest ones can fester into a nasty infection,” He told her, as she gazed back at him. She held his golden gaze, pink still resting in her cheeks.

A small smile broke out onto her face, “Well, thank you doctor. Whatever would I do without you?” She teased him. It had been a while since she had shown her playful side to him. He secretly wished that she would do it more. Law’s usual smirk crept up, “You would have no fingers,” He played along, “It’d be bad to have my researcher have no fingers, how would you record all the data I need?” He paused, “Besides, don’t you need these to write your book?” He held up her fingers between his inked one before gently letting them go.

“So I’m a useful asset to you?” She asked him, her tone still playful, however the question held some truth in it. She had worried she wasn’t enough for this crew. She remembered the words Law had said to her when he asked her to join. Your knowledge outweighs your weakness. However, not a day went by where she didn’t think that she was a burden. Her strength did not match the crew’s, and no matter how hard she trained, her work always seemed to get in the way of her actually improving. She knew she was the weak link, and she knew her captain knew that too. Law looked up at her, furrowing his eyebrows. The joking was now over, “You’re not an asset, you’re a member of my crew,” he said seriously, “I wouldn’t let anyone I didn’t think was worthy onto this submarine. Each and every one of my crew members has their strengths and weaknesses. Just cause you’re not out on the battlefield doesn’t mean you’re not valuable. You’re a very hard worker. Having you around takes a lot of my workload off. You’re more than needed around here,” He assured her. A small smile came back onto her face. Seeing her smile at his words did something inside of him. Something he wasn’t sure if he should indulge in. Something that made him want to whisper sweet praise to her if that’s what it took to make her smile like that all the time. It took a few moments of them standing in front of each other for them to realize how long they had been looking at each other. Law cleared his throat before pulling away, pushing down all the rising feelings again. It was unprofessional. It wasn’t right to feel these things. Law had to pull himself together.

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After about two hours of going through data, the caffeine had started to wear off and drowsiness started to creep in. Law was unyielding when it came to his work, never stopping for more than a few minutes before delving right back into the research. An unwelcome yawn ripped through Y/n’s system. Law noticed this, and he knew she had been working more lately trying to get all the data recorded on top of adding all the information she had gathered for her book. “Y/n, you can go to bed, it’s almost 3:30.” He had told her with a sincere tone. Y/n shook her head at him, “No, it’s okay, I can keep working,” she assured him before looking back down at her page. Truth was, she was exhausted and felt as if she could hardly keep her eyes open, but she didn’t want to seem like she couldn’t keep up. Just a few more minutes, she thought to herself. The sound of the clock on the wall was almost hypnotizing as it aided in lulling her into closing her eyes. I’ll just rest my eyes for a second, she told herself as she let her eyes close, propping her head up with her hand, still holding her pen in her dominant one. The chair she was sitting in was hardly comfortable, but right now it felt as if it had become one of the coziest places on earth. A few seconds turned into a few minutes. A few minutes turned into her letting the darkness of sleep welcome her. Law looked up at her when he heard her breaths start to become slower, and deeper. He let himself study her for a minute. He watched as her chest rose and fell with her soft breaths, her hair falling across her face as one of her hands propped up her head. He stood up and made his way in front of her to wake her. He gently reached out to shake her, almost feeling bad for having to wake her. He didn’t want to disturb her peace, he knew she had been putting in a lot of extra work lately. He could tell she hadn’t been getting any good sleep since their arrival to the island. His tattooed hand gently gripped her shoulder, giving her a light shake. He whispered her name a few times, but to no avail, she was out cold. Law gently shook his head as he contemplated his next moves. He didn’t want to leave her asleep in the chair, she would surely be sore in the morning, however the thought of carrying her to her bedroom was quickly written off. The crew would never relent if one of them saw, even if it was late at night, you never knew who could be awake wandering the halls. Law glanced over at his bed, and then back at the sleeping woman. He gently reached down and removed the pen and notebook from her hands, setting it on the desk in front of her. He was careful, but was sure of the fact that she wasn’t waking up when she didn’t so much as stir at the sudden absence of the items she was holding. Law hesitantly scooped her out of the chair before laying her down in his bed, covering her up with his blanket, letting her head rest on his pillow. He stood there and stared for a minute, selfishly reveling in how she looked in his bed. He knew it was strange behavior for him. He’d never let anyone fall asleep in his office, let alone move their sleeping body to his own personal bed. He mulled over his decision for a split second, and then did what he did best. Ignored the gnawing feeling, and buried himself in his work for the hundredth time that week. He ignored the small breaths and snores that left her body. He ignored the warm feeling that rose whenever he looked over at her. He had to remind himself, she was a part of his crew. He was her superior. He brushed off the unprofessional thoughts. She was his subordinate and that’s all it was.

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